Miss Uots says: I do not own Inu Yasha, though if that privilage were
bestowed upon me, I would gladly take him . . . and Sesshomaru as well. I
do own Marani, and any History that doesn't belong . . . I will tell you
all this: I've only read the manga up to where Sango has just joined the
group, so I haven't seen it all. If any of my history ends up being true
in any sot, do not yell at me; I didn't know. Please enjoy this wonderful
story that came to my mind while listening to the right music . . .
Situation: Inu Yasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Shippo are else where fighting demons and getting jewel shards when this happens, far off across the country, in a distant part of the land . . .
The trees here were closer together, vines hanging and draped all around the atmosphere. It was lush in here, with the sound of nature thick in your ears. And then, a figure stumbled in, not aware of where he was heading. Was he running from his pursuer? Or, was he merely looking for a peaceful place to die? Blood followed him as he went deep into the woods, blood staining his white clothes, an arm clutching his chest, where he was morbidly hurt. There seemed to be scratches on his face . . . but no, these were more like tattoos. His breath came in ridged, shallow breaths, and then, he finally collapsed, feeling his body hit the soft grassy ground.
Yes, this was no coward running from some Demon of that Age. Everyone knew this part of the world to be a sort of paradise. He was going to let himself die here, away from everyone else. He knew he had no chance of survival. His injuries were high, and venom seethed through his veins. Even as a full-blooded demon he knew that there was no use. He collapsed, and fell into unconsciousness, nature being the last thing that his ears could hear before his mind melted into blackness.
But he surely was not alone in this forest, now was he? A small body was walking through the dense foliage, her sleek, black body crouched low in the bushes. With her dainty nose, she could smell someone intruding. Her golden eyes lead her through the forest and to the body that lay on the ground, sinking in his own thick blood. Through the foliage emerged a cat.
She went around him, sniffing him wildly, not sure of what he could be, or whether he was dangerous. He was in human form, but he was a demon, that was for sure. He was as demon as she was. She licked the blood on his face, then, staggered back, ears bent back.
Why, this was a Dog Demon! What was he doing in her part of the world?
She transformed into her human self, a tall, slender woman with big, round golden eyes and thick, golden blonde hair that matched the blonde markings on her demon form. Little black cat ears she had on her head, and a black tail poked out of her back, curling up at the moment. Her robes were of black, and knee high boots she did wear. She stared down at the demon for a while, until her decision was made.
She picked up the body, and walked back into the jungle forest, carrying him back to her home. Her home was in a small cave behind a glittering waterfall. She crawled in through a tight space between rock and water, and quickly lay his body down upon the ground. She immediately bent down and dressed his wounds, taking off his shirt, and using it as a bandage. She licked the blood off his face and arm, and noticed with pity that he had but one arm. The left had been cut off.
"What foul demon could do such a thing?" she pondered aloud.
Then, when she felt she was done with the poor thing, she took one of her blankets in the little home she had made in the cave, and covered him. A pillow she made for his head, and then, she simply sat near him, watching him for a moment.
"You're cute," she finally said, her voice high and squeaky. Then, she got up and went to the back of the cave, where she put together herbs and waters to make a medicine to soothe his aching body. In his blood she tasted venom of some sort, and she knew just what could help to dissolve it.
Just as she finished her medicine of wonders, she turned to see the poor demon flutter his eyes open. She came him cautiously, then spoke up.
"You're awake!"
He turned towards her, a stern look on his face. He said nothing.
"I'm Marani," she said softly, kneeling down next to him. "I saw you in the forest, injured beyond belief. I've taken you in, and now, I'm going to take care of you, you see? I've made plenty of medicine . . . it should clear up the venom in your blood."
The demon said nothing, but stared. Was she really being this nice to him? Did she realize who he was?
"You're a cat," he finally said, as she shoved a spoonful of medicine near his face.
"Yes," she said, blushing, "I am. And you're a Dog, I can tell. But that doesn't matter! Here, have my medicine, it'll make you feel better . . ."
He hesitated, his eyes searching the cave. Then, he opened his mouth, and let her feed him. It was terrible stuff, but if he could live by it, then live he would. Though . . . did he really want to go back out there? Death seemed like such a gift . . .
"Who did this terrible thing to you?" Marani asked.
There was a pause before he replied, " . . . Naraku."
"Never heard of him," Marani said. "I guess that's the good thing of this part of the country. We're rather isolated, aren't we? I . . . I was running away, really, but decided to stay right here, on the border of my home. It's nice, though, isn't it?" She was very cheerful.
"You shouldn't do this," he warned her, but she smiled all the much broader.
"Oh, please," Marani said, "I'm grateful to help whomever I can! Besides . . . it gets lonely here, it really does. I haven't had a guest in my home for ages, it seems. And you seem so nice."
"I'm not nice," he told her flatly.
"But of course you are!" she said, smiling.
He tried to get up, but she pushed him back down. "Now, now . . . you're badly hurt. Let me take care of you. You'll be fine when I'm finished. Just finish your medicine and have some rest. You're safe now, don't worry. You can stay for as long as you want, really you can."
He stared at her a while longer in disbelief, and the peaceful sound of the waterfall soothed his nerves. He let her finish feeding her.
"What is your name, demon?"
"Sesshomaru."
Situation: Inu Yasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Shippo are else where fighting demons and getting jewel shards when this happens, far off across the country, in a distant part of the land . . .
The trees here were closer together, vines hanging and draped all around the atmosphere. It was lush in here, with the sound of nature thick in your ears. And then, a figure stumbled in, not aware of where he was heading. Was he running from his pursuer? Or, was he merely looking for a peaceful place to die? Blood followed him as he went deep into the woods, blood staining his white clothes, an arm clutching his chest, where he was morbidly hurt. There seemed to be scratches on his face . . . but no, these were more like tattoos. His breath came in ridged, shallow breaths, and then, he finally collapsed, feeling his body hit the soft grassy ground.
Yes, this was no coward running from some Demon of that Age. Everyone knew this part of the world to be a sort of paradise. He was going to let himself die here, away from everyone else. He knew he had no chance of survival. His injuries were high, and venom seethed through his veins. Even as a full-blooded demon he knew that there was no use. He collapsed, and fell into unconsciousness, nature being the last thing that his ears could hear before his mind melted into blackness.
But he surely was not alone in this forest, now was he? A small body was walking through the dense foliage, her sleek, black body crouched low in the bushes. With her dainty nose, she could smell someone intruding. Her golden eyes lead her through the forest and to the body that lay on the ground, sinking in his own thick blood. Through the foliage emerged a cat.
She went around him, sniffing him wildly, not sure of what he could be, or whether he was dangerous. He was in human form, but he was a demon, that was for sure. He was as demon as she was. She licked the blood on his face, then, staggered back, ears bent back.
Why, this was a Dog Demon! What was he doing in her part of the world?
She transformed into her human self, a tall, slender woman with big, round golden eyes and thick, golden blonde hair that matched the blonde markings on her demon form. Little black cat ears she had on her head, and a black tail poked out of her back, curling up at the moment. Her robes were of black, and knee high boots she did wear. She stared down at the demon for a while, until her decision was made.
She picked up the body, and walked back into the jungle forest, carrying him back to her home. Her home was in a small cave behind a glittering waterfall. She crawled in through a tight space between rock and water, and quickly lay his body down upon the ground. She immediately bent down and dressed his wounds, taking off his shirt, and using it as a bandage. She licked the blood off his face and arm, and noticed with pity that he had but one arm. The left had been cut off.
"What foul demon could do such a thing?" she pondered aloud.
Then, when she felt she was done with the poor thing, she took one of her blankets in the little home she had made in the cave, and covered him. A pillow she made for his head, and then, she simply sat near him, watching him for a moment.
"You're cute," she finally said, her voice high and squeaky. Then, she got up and went to the back of the cave, where she put together herbs and waters to make a medicine to soothe his aching body. In his blood she tasted venom of some sort, and she knew just what could help to dissolve it.
Just as she finished her medicine of wonders, she turned to see the poor demon flutter his eyes open. She came him cautiously, then spoke up.
"You're awake!"
He turned towards her, a stern look on his face. He said nothing.
"I'm Marani," she said softly, kneeling down next to him. "I saw you in the forest, injured beyond belief. I've taken you in, and now, I'm going to take care of you, you see? I've made plenty of medicine . . . it should clear up the venom in your blood."
The demon said nothing, but stared. Was she really being this nice to him? Did she realize who he was?
"You're a cat," he finally said, as she shoved a spoonful of medicine near his face.
"Yes," she said, blushing, "I am. And you're a Dog, I can tell. But that doesn't matter! Here, have my medicine, it'll make you feel better . . ."
He hesitated, his eyes searching the cave. Then, he opened his mouth, and let her feed him. It was terrible stuff, but if he could live by it, then live he would. Though . . . did he really want to go back out there? Death seemed like such a gift . . .
"Who did this terrible thing to you?" Marani asked.
There was a pause before he replied, " . . . Naraku."
"Never heard of him," Marani said. "I guess that's the good thing of this part of the country. We're rather isolated, aren't we? I . . . I was running away, really, but decided to stay right here, on the border of my home. It's nice, though, isn't it?" She was very cheerful.
"You shouldn't do this," he warned her, but she smiled all the much broader.
"Oh, please," Marani said, "I'm grateful to help whomever I can! Besides . . . it gets lonely here, it really does. I haven't had a guest in my home for ages, it seems. And you seem so nice."
"I'm not nice," he told her flatly.
"But of course you are!" she said, smiling.
He tried to get up, but she pushed him back down. "Now, now . . . you're badly hurt. Let me take care of you. You'll be fine when I'm finished. Just finish your medicine and have some rest. You're safe now, don't worry. You can stay for as long as you want, really you can."
He stared at her a while longer in disbelief, and the peaceful sound of the waterfall soothed his nerves. He let her finish feeding her.
"What is your name, demon?"
"Sesshomaru."